I Wonder What My First Time Was Like...

Hey, dirty minds! Welcome! This post is not about my "first time" (bown chicka chicka wow wow-ow-ow-ow), but rather about my first real kiss. So, slightly dirty but only in the innocently dirty way that a real first kiss can be.

I had a crush on a neighborhood boy who was a year older than me in school. He was cute, he was an athlete, and he was kind of a bad boy. -le sigh- He pretty much did not know that I existed, but I made it my goal to make him notice me. One of my closest friends lived two doors down from him and I made sure to always go to her house to hang out. Her parents were wealthy and she had all the cool stuff at her house anyway, so the boy I crushed on living a mere two doors away was just an added bonus. Yeah, right.

After a few months of making myself obnoxious to him, he finally came around. The three of us, my friend, my crush and moi started hanging out. We would play stupid games, we would sing along to "Love Bites" (Oh! Def Leppard!) on the radio, and eventually things got interesting.

This boy, David was his name, became my boyfriend. I mean, he became my boyfriend in the way that only an eighth-grade boy can be to a seventh-grade girl. We mostly traded notes, hung out in my friend's garage, and we held hands once. We even pecked on the lips once or twice. Woo! David had a friend who was a little more "experienced" and on one hot summer day, he suggested we play Truth or Dare. Of course he did.

I remember that the four of us were sitting on David's back patio and the summer sun was baking the concrete. I remember how I could see my own house from David's backyard. I still remember how my heart pounded with David's friend dared him to "kiss her for real". I am sure that my cheeks flushed from embarrassment, but I was also thrilled. I was going to get my first real kiss! David's friend suggested we go up to David's bedroom for five minutes to complete the dare. David took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. We sat down on his bed. He put his hands on both of my cheeks and went in for the kill.

And we made out like champs. The entire five minutes passed and David's friend had to actually come and knock on the door to get us to stop. He and my friend grinned as they opened the door and found us guilty as charged. We all went back downstairs to continue the game, but we never did start to play again. Instead, David held my hand as our friends sat across from us.

A bond had been forged between us, I suppose. I know it sounds cheesy, but it really was a wonderful moment in my life. To have someone be so gentle and sweet and then kind enough to want to hold on to me afterward. David and I were not together for much longer after the Truth or Dare took place, but he was never mean to me. We just drifted apart as two junior high kids are wont to do.

And whenever I hear "Love Bites", I think of David.